Not Yet...But She Takes The Decision From Blaze

The reporter stared at the soft, pink stomach that had only a few minutes ago been hard-packed scarlet muscle...and something drew her vision inwards. Past the outer skin, down into the wet, warm layers of darkness, past skin and fat, muscle and integument...and there, she saw the head of her cock, throbbing, rubbing almost against Blaze's cervix. In the darkness, Lois became aware of the web of power woven around that womb...the spell that kept it inviolate, that held her cervix closed, the ovaries in stasis, the dark uterus inhospitable.

Like a child with a new game, Lois studied this pattern. Understanding slid into her brain, dark knowledge that most occultists would have labored long decades in the study of grand grimoires to piece together. Yet for the new demon that was the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, the strange lore came naturally, half-remembered, half-revealed by her heightened intelligence. Her lavender hands absently stroked Blaze's pink thighs, her thick tail swished back and forth as her mind came to understand the totality of that mystic pattern...every warp and weft of the carefully-woven spell.

Without moving, Lois Lane's mind probed the threads of the spell. Like a spider exploring a strange web. It throbbed to her will, and Blaze shuddered...it would have been the work of a moment for Lois to tear the whole skein away completely, to leave the succubus' womb open and ****. Ripe for impregnation.

Yet such was not what Lois Lane desired. Not yet.

Instead, slowly and carefully, learning as she worked, Lois extended her own spell-threads into the matrix. Slipping in between the gaps in Blaze's spell. Feeding power into the enchantment. Warding the organs more strongly. Tying between the pink demon and herself invisible bonds that bound them as subtly and completely as the bonds between husband and wife...or master and ****.

Then, almost as an afterthought, Lois Lane snapped the threads that connected the spell to Blaze's mind. The demon shuddered as those connections died...and her eyes, now tinged a subtle pink, looked at Lois with trepidation.

For Lois Lane now controlled Blaze's womb. She, and she alone, would decide when and how the soft, pink succubus would get pregnant. The demonic reporter's smile broadened slowly as the tip of her tail pressed against the pink pucker of Blaze's asshole.

"Now then," Lois said. "Let's see what our new forms are capable of...shall we?"